In "The Mystery of the Origin", Ding Yi has no way of knowing what the factors contained in the blood that change the human body's qualifications are like.

Everyone has seen blood, but if you want to observe the situation inside the blood, you must practice techniques that can observe tiny things, such as eagle eye technique, magic pupil technique, clairvoyance technique, contemplation technique, and the innermost image technique...

Different factions, different eye skills.

Ding Yi doesn't know any magic. If he wants to see small things clearly, he only has one thing, a magnifying glass. But it seems that the simple magnifying glass he made last time was not very successful. But at least this is a method, right?

But obviously, now is not the time for Ding Yi to do research. Besides, there is no explanation in the book about how to distinguish the factors in the blood, how to separate and extract them. It is impossible for Ding Yi to be so perverted and copy Li Zaimin's experiment.

The difference between cultivators and us ordinary people is that their blood contains the factor of cultivation aptitude that we mortals do not have, or have very little, or that mortals also have but have not awakened.

How Li Zaimin separated and extracted this factor from the blood is not explained in the book. Ding Yi believes that those are undoubtedly extremely terrifying operating procedures.

This means that countless civilians will be killed, and their flesh and blood will be refined and extracted by countless Li Zaimin, and refined into genetic pills and genetic medicines. They will be used by those who are rich and powerful, or those who have no cultivation family.

Children with cultivation qualifications get.

As for the rest of the general public, they may ultimately just become livestock raised in captivity to provide flesh and blood resources for these cultivators.

This terrible reality will soon happen to Ding Yi or Ding Yi's descendants.

Thinking about it carefully, Ding Yi's hair trembled with fear.

He must never let this happen to himself or his future descendants. Ding Yi swore secretly. Ding Yi has never been so angry. He hopes that this terrible thing will never happen.

But what if this matter is already irreversibly underway?

At this moment, Ding Yi hopes so much that those heroes in the phantom disk will appear, and then lead a large number of followers to launch a vigorous revolution, and defeat all those evil cultivators, no, completely eliminate them!

At this moment, Ding Yi's feelings were so strong, the overwhelming hatred and anger towards cultivators filled his body.

But the soul that is extremely afraid of cultivators in his bones seems to be telling him that he is looking for death. This is a mantis mantis trying to do something, and he is not overestimating his own capabilities.

Cultivators are all "enemies of ten thousand people", and they cannot be dealt with just by being passionate and not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. The bravery and deeds of ordinary people are a joke in the eyes of cultivators. These are known in history as

These people who are closest to "gods" fly into the sky and into the earth, call the wind and rain, overturn rivers and seas, move mountains and fill seas, and other great feats of supernatural power.

, beyond ordinary people’s imagination.

Be an enemy of it?

Is it ridiculous or arrogant? This is as ridiculous as a firefly competing with the bright moon, or a tortoise competing with a hare.

For civilians under the rule of cultivators, even the thought of resistance is so feeble. This is the fear that goes straight to the depths of the soul. There is a separation between heaven and man, and cultivators are the heaven of the general public. They take whatever they ask for. In this world, originally

It's just a fact.

Because you suspect that contraband is hidden, you can trample on the dignity of the other person and search them arbitrarily, regardless of whether the person is a woman or a child. Just a wrong gesture can take someone's life. In order to get something, you can directly rob it.

.In order to get a person, you can sacrifice dozens or hundreds of lives of the other people.

People will be killed by swords, and I will be killed as flesh and blood. Cultivators are truly invincible targets.

In the past, people could comfort the gods and pray for their blessings, and at least they still had some expectations for the afterlife in their hearts. The movement to destroy gods hundreds of years ago destroyed the faith of all civilians. I am God, and God is me. Cultivators are arrogant.

announced to the world.

Because the empire did not allow the worship of people other than the royal family, countless temples and Taoist temples that had been worshiped for hundreds or even thousands of years were burned, countless clay puppets were pushed to the ground, and the folk beliefs were also destroyed.

Who should I believe in? Who should I pray to?

Although Ding Yi’s education since he was a child has made him accept this atheistic view, he believes that cultivation is a path to seek self-liberation, pursue the truth, and reach the supreme state of freedom and freedom. But after all, he still has not escaped from this unbelief.

It is difficult to seek self-affirmation due to stereotypes. Cultivators can say without shame: 'God is me, I am God!'. But what about those mortals whose faith has been destroyed by cultivators? They respect cultivators, but they do not worship cultivators.

.They can also engage in spiritual enlightenment like cultivators, but in fact it is just a kind of denial and escape from their mortal status.

Those tragic scenes, I used to think that they existed in the phantom disk and were a reflection of people's negative emotions and could not appear in reality.

The dogmatic words that the general public supports the cultivators, and the cultivators feed the mortals in turn, once made Ding Yi believe it. The real world and the bloody reality were completely unacceptable to Ding Yi.

This book is really a book that should be banned. If it is true as the author said, Ding Yi simply does not know whether to believe in all the beautiful beliefs and all moral ethics in this world. Ding Yi’s outlook on life and values ​​at this moment

It's about to collapse.

Put all the books into the box and bury them under the bed again. Ding Yi did not dare to read other books anymore. He suffered from extremely severe paranoia. On this midsummer night, Ding Yi was cold

shivering, it was a bone-chilling cold, it was an inexplicable

Escape from the irresistible cold.

In the middle of the night, Ding Yi got up at least twice and went to the storage room to take out the winter quilt. But the bone-chilling coldness still couldn't be shaken off.

When Wu Shuhui went to wake Ding Yi up early in the morning, she realized that something was wrong with Ding Yi. She saw that her youngest son was covered with three or four quilts, his teeth were chattering with cold, and he was shivering on the bed. She quickly called Ding Zhaoding in

.

The couple looked at each other, at a loss when faced with Ding Yi's situation. But Ding Yi's attitude was extremely determined, that is, he would not go to the doctor and would never leave the room. Seeing Ding Yi's lips

Both of them were turning black from the cold. They were both sad and heartbroken. Seeing that their family's conditions were gradually getting better, their children were almost grown up, and the foreign debts they had been worrying about were all paid off. Unexpectedly, these changes would bring to the family.

My younger son suffered from such a strange disease again.

Ding Zhaoding looked at his son's thin cheeks and bright eyes, and his heart felt like a knife. Ding Li and Ding Yun also ran into Ding Yi's room. Faced with Ding Yi's situation, everyone was at a loss.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you? Why did you get this disease for no reason? Did you encounter anything special yesterday, or did you provoke someone you shouldn't provoke?" Ding Zhaoding suddenly asked.

Ding Zhaoding wanted to make his expression less stiff. His son was very afraid of him.

When Ding Zhaoding encountered this situation, the first thing he thought of was those terrible existences.

"No, I just feel very cold, very cold." Ding Yi tried his best to wrap the quilt more tightly. Wu Shuhui couldn't hold back the tears any longer, overflowing her eyes, hiding her face and rushing out of the door.

Ding Zhaoding still insisted on asking what happened to Ding Yi yesterday. But Ding Yi just denied it. The family was in a gloomy mood, and everyone felt very sad.

Because martial law has been enforced these days, no one will go out unless they can. The whole family is sitting around Ding Yi's bedroom. Wu Shuhui went to the kitchen to boil several buckets of hot water, hoping to take a hot bath to steam out the intruder.

The cold poison in Ding Yi's body. But obviously this has no effect. Not long after soaking in the hot water bath that made the whole body turn red, Ding Yi's whole body began to turn blue from the cold again.

Chewing dried chili peppers, drinking soju, ginger soup, the same folk remedies, taking baths, steaming, making charcoal fires, everyone tried every conceivable method one by one. But none of them were effective. This is strange

The disease is also strange. No matter whether it is taken internally or externally, medicine or physical therapy, it is of no use. Not only does it not slow down Ding Yi's condition, but it seems to have worsened.

Ding Yi looked at his family members who were covered in sweat and still working hard. He was like seeing ants on a hot pot. The family members were worried about his condition. But what Ding Yi thought about was the hot pot.

The burning flame is the cold flame of the cultivator.
Chapter completed!